HCwDB of the Week: The Chernobros and Cathy
Gearing back up as your humble narrator digs out of the silliness of hurricanage and NYC and traverses back to the city of Angels for more pitchage and catchage of the Hollywood balls variety. Wait, that sounded vaguely gay. But not as gay as the Chernobros.
No slice of classic ‘bag sandwich formation has been this moldy and rank on the site in months.
Tri-facial pubery. Moob shirts. Crushing a hottie filling.
For example, take this Twinkie.
Imagine the golden spongecake was greased up assclownery. And then imagine that creamy filling was burnt umber Jerzette hott foolery.
Now picture that Twinkie existing as HCwDB.
That’s a big Twinkie.
A buncha other pics were in consideration as it was a pretty toxic week last week. The Search and Destoyer Pud from the Friday Haiku was Vegas crust, There was 2-Cap and Courtney, Mashmouth and Margarita, and fist pumping Billy Von Buren.
There was Happy Mitch In Over His Head, The “Challo!” Guy and The Holy Breasteses of Avalon.
Lotta potential 2011 Douchie noms in that mix. And by noms, I mean Holy Breasteses.
But this was classic ‘bag sandwich time to elevate (sink) to the Monthly. Chalk ’em, Dano, and the DB1 for NYC bagels.
Bleeth sammich. Looks yummy, but tastes like poo.
I want, nay, need a pair of those Diesel shorts. Those fake dog tags aren’t bad either. I still wanna say she’s a milf.
Proof that porn star Bree Olson is a reptilian. Ask David Icke.
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Illuminati
“Yes it’s true, Your Honor. This man has no dick.”
I think she is my friend’s mom.
I, for one, want my Bleeths and/or other babes to have a set of hips that don’t look like they belong on a twelve year old boy.
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But there’s no denying the vein-y sex appeal of upper thigh skin that looks like a road map of west Texas.
Fight to the death. Better yet, kill yourselves.
put these three in a capsule & push off the side of a boat for a depth charge of grease, orangina & peroxide of epic proportion
…And is it just me or do giant sunglasses make everyone look like insects?
I see a Vin Douchal Doors parody….”People Are Orange”
notsohotchickwithpairoftwinks.com.
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Slappy on the left looks like he has some odd fish/stinky Euro vegetables bad breath and Shemp on the right looks like an insect , The El Monte Gnat Felator or something ……
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…….This gal’s gross and that sucks because she’s a little older, has big boobies and serious bottle blondage. These traits are usually in my wheelhouse but not today. It’s feeling like a Monday morning around here.
I spent most of the last couple weeks in a drunken stupor in the wilderness of northern Michigan, with naught but bottles of Old Crow and actual old crows for company. I saw no douche / hottie couplings, save for maybe one minor offense when I was in town replenishing my liquor supply. It was a utopian existence that not even Sir Thomas More could have conjured, since he never experienced the pain of an Axe-sprayed, hair gelled, waxed chest choad mugging the suckle-thigh. Yet all good things must come to an end so it’s back to the trenches to soldier on. This picture is a reminder of that.
I too have been in the woods on a 3 week sex bender. Damn, those squirrels are good. Anyway, this pic is just some fat chick who works as Kinkos living it up for the weekend with two paid to pose mos. Next.
This is like taking a turd and dressing it in little white clothes. And fine turning it’s hair-it’s beard,and putting Elvis glasses on it. It’s still a turd,though….Mr Hanky.
I have just returned from a tattoo convention in Green Bay. I am pleased to report the level of douchiness was astoundingly low. I can’t say if that’s because it was in Wisconsin or what. The bleeth levels, however, were off the chart. Mr. Biscotti noted with great disgust that these shows seem to attract women with fifteen pounds of makeup, ill-fitting pinup dresses and shoes in which the women plod along like Frankenstein’s monster. I didn’t think to get pics for you guys. However, on returning, it seems you have enough horrors going on here to go around.
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Scratchers.
I dunno, DB1. The last couple of weeks have found you posting “Old Leather Baseball Mitts with Douchebags.” To be fair, they might have been voted up by the general populace anyway, but still. Let’s not get all “x with Douchebags, Where x Is Any Vaguely Female-type Person” up in here.
I understand that the “Douchebags” part of “Hot Chicks with Douchebags” leaves for a fluid interpretation of how many ‘bags could be featured in a photo, but I’d prefer my weekly/monthly winners to be a simple one-on-one pairing of ‘bag/hott. The Stereodouchtonic Twins being the obvious exception.
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Hunchbacks.
I don’t mind a little symmetry in the photoshot of one Bleeth with two Douchebags. Sorta like the balls with the hidden asset crammed in the cunt. May the Bluebird of Happy Bikinis perch on all their posteriors and see its image in trifecta in their sunglasses.